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We were children together, love,
when the days were long and warm.
And time passed,
until we grew tall like rampant weeds.
Intertwined.
There's silver our hair now,
but we are still children together,
and your smile is bright.
Together we will be warm,
without fear of the coming night.
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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